A devil cloud

Spiraling in dust

On the flat plain

Thoughts of suicide intrude

While spirit voices seek help

How much pain and evil must there be

Until suffering is gone

And the weeds of darkness

Are burned to oblivion

High, very high

The birds gathered in unison

On the tree tops

Singing in chorus

A conference of the birds

Knowing their solidarity

They hold their position

Until a signal prompts them

To fly all at once

To a place you do not know